Quotes About Nature

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as nymphets.

What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly - that is the first law of nature.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination

The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.

Nature has always had more force than education.

We must cultivate our garden.

All men are born with a nose and ten fingers, but no one was born with a knowledge of God.

We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.

What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly — that is the first law of nature.

Everyone should be his own physician. We ought to assist and not force nature. Eat with moderation what agrees with your constitution. Nothing is good for the body but what we can digest. What medicine can produce digestion? Exercise. What will recruit strength? Sleep. What will alleviate incurable ills? Patience.

T]o remain in a continually exalted moral condition is not human nature.

It's a shame that Nature made you only one man; there was material enough for a worthy man and a rogue.

Nature is earlier than man, but man is earlier than natural science.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

For he comes, the human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon?falls, the mackerel?crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect.

I will arise and go now. To a place called Innisfree. And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning To where the cricket sings

Is nature a gigantic cat? If so, who strokes its back?